Snowy nite

Last night was gorgeous out. Yes, you heard me right. I absolutely hate winter, but it really was beautiful. I was cooped up all day inside and started getting cloudy-headed. The snow stopped and it was warm out. Warm is a relative term, but it was warm enough that I didn’t need a hat or gloves and my face didn’t feel like it was going to fall off.

We got another 4-5 inches of snow yesterday, it was perfect snowman or snowball snow. I played with Otto & Klausie-boy our dogs for a long time making snowballs and watching them having fun catching them in their mouths. After I brought them inside I stayed outside and just enjoyed how quiet and calm everything was. I felt so much better when I came back inside.

I am not the outdoorsy type. Are you shocked? My son Sam jokes and says, “Oh you like the outdoors Julz, as long as it includes drinking cocktails, eating, cooking, grilling, sunbathing, swimming in a pool, and reading.” He is 100% right. It took me until last summer for me to finally admit that and how much I hated to garden.

When the kids were small we had vegetable gardens. We planted all sorts of vegetable plants and it was fun. The we turned into a me when it came to weeding, harvesting, putting the gardens to bed in the fall, and trying to force them to eat the vegetables we friggin grew. When we bought our house a garden club member was the former owner and put in gorgeous perennial gardens. I have always had flower pots of all kinds of flowers on our front porch and petunias hanging.

Last summer I was working in our front yard transplanting perennials, laying down mulch, weeding, all the stuff I hate to do. It was hotter than hell and buggy AF. Marty came to check on me to see how I was doing. When I said, “fine,” he said, “Oh my God just admit it already! You hate to garden! You always have!” I started cracking up and agreed with him, I do hate to garden…big time.

I like the idea of doing outdoorsy things like hiking, tubing down the Battenkill River, and all the other things Vermont has to offer. I like the idea of doing them but without bugs or creepy-crawly things. I may act like a tough guy, but I just don’t like things flying around my head and my ears. I am that one person out of a group of people who will get bit by every mosquito.

I am counting the days until Spring like everyone else. I look forward to when the daffodils and the violas will start to pop up. I am excited to see all the things that I transplanted and if they survived. I know that I will have to weed, lay down more mulch, prune things, plant my herbs and flowers in my flower pots because that all comes with the upkeep of a home. I hate scrubbing toilets and bathtubs, but I have to do those things too, but at least I don’t have to shoo things away from my ears while I’m doing them.